[Imagine a college upperclassman and a college underclassman as they wait outside the classroom for their combined section course. The final is due today, and the upperclassman has been leaning against the hallway wall with crossed arms; he has only completed one essay question out of three, and that by a loose definition of signing his name on top of the paper. The underclassman has rushed over, out of breath, and declared that the dog ate his homework. Dio is the upperclassman in this situation; that's the idea here. He neatly closes the comic book and lays it down flatly on top of the stack.]
Do you really not understand? [It's a grammatically distinct tone, not quite an obvious quote like "life is simply unfair", but like he's switched registers to impress the old professor watching them.] The corrupt justice system is you. The cogs in the system who can't see past their own temporary lifespans and family ties and intimate attachments, that's you. The greedy guys who step on human after human on their way to their own personal glory, your petty desire to see this one person's pathetic face - that's you.
[His tone becomes more casual again.] I mean, I could try to see it the way you probably do. [Emphasizing this sentence with sarcastic halfhearted jazz hands.] How I'm this psychotic terrorist on an evil "mission". [His hands fall; his gradually manic investment does not.] I'll even pretend that your half-assed approach to stopping conspiracies still makes any sense after switching methods partway through! You had your mission, I had mine, the rules were harsh. Fine!
[Finally, as might be anticipated, his voice rises.] But you think you're so much better than me just because you didn't vote for anybody? You rub my nose in it again and again that I'm this filthy [sarcastically dramatic] "evildoer" who totally deserves to die and not try to survive after some rule 7 action? I know you like to dress up as a regular detective, [to make it very clear that he understands Akechi has done some detecting at some point but still operates very differently from what you would assume of a detective actually reporting all known crimes and certainly not committing any of them] but I didn't audition to be a chorus line extra in your little criminal crushing musical number.
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You "lost your resolve".
[Imagine a college upperclassman and a college underclassman as they wait outside the classroom for their combined section course. The final is due today, and the upperclassman has been leaning against the hallway wall with crossed arms; he has only completed one essay question out of three, and that by a loose definition of signing his name on top of the paper. The underclassman has rushed over, out of breath, and declared that the dog ate his homework. Dio is the upperclassman in this situation; that's the idea here. He neatly closes the comic book and lays it down flatly on top of the stack.]
Do you really not understand? [It's a grammatically distinct tone, not quite an obvious quote like "life is simply unfair", but like he's switched registers to impress the old professor watching them.] The corrupt justice system is you. The cogs in the system who can't see past their own temporary lifespans and family ties and intimate attachments, that's you. The greedy guys who step on human after human on their way to their own personal glory, your petty desire to see this one person's pathetic face - that's you.
[His tone becomes more casual again.] I mean, I could try to see it the way you probably do. [Emphasizing this sentence with sarcastic halfhearted jazz hands.] How I'm this psychotic terrorist on an evil "mission". [His hands fall; his gradually manic investment does not.] I'll even pretend that your half-assed approach to stopping conspiracies still makes any sense after switching methods partway through! You had your mission, I had mine, the rules were harsh. Fine!
[Finally, as might be anticipated, his voice rises.] But you think you're so much better than me just because you didn't vote for anybody? You rub my nose in it again and again that I'm this filthy [sarcastically dramatic] "evildoer" who totally deserves to die and not try to survive after some rule 7 action? I know you like to dress up as a regular detective, [to make it very clear that he understands Akechi has done some detecting at some point but still operates very differently from what you would assume of a detective actually reporting all known crimes and certainly not committing any of them] but I didn't audition to be a chorus line extra in your little criminal crushing musical number.